Do art they said, it'll be easy they said. What a load of fucking twats.
Its been a couple of days since I last posted and although I had the full intention of posting yesterday I was occupied by drawing. Not reading, but drawing. Last Thursday I was given a brief of Borders which is to be completed by 12th December. Plenty of time right? I thought so, the whole weekend was me coming up with different ideas of what I could produce and what direction I could go in.
I have now been awoken into the reality that is hard work concerning Fine Art.
Monday arrived and I had drawing lessons all day and for the next two-three weeks. 9:30 am and we were all ready for our lessons in drawing. That was until our tutor gave us a introduction into the different types of drawing followed by another brief. We had two days to complete 100 drawings of the same object, all in different styles. Doesn't sound that bad right? Well that was what I thought until I got to about 39 when I began to run out of ideas and was losing the will to live. It got to about 10 pm when I gave up at 45 drawings, I would finish them on Tuesday. I've been counting up more times in these past 2 days than I did when I was learning how to count. It's Tuesday now and I'm on 57 drawings as I had my first lecture this morning which is what I will come to next. Lecture started at 9:30 and it was on history of modern art. I would like to say I found it interesting, I did really. However the room was fucking cold and when I get cold I get tired and I yawn. Well all I kept doing was yawning, every time I thought it was the last yawn and wiped my eyes another one came along. I felt ever so rude. Anyway in this lecture we were given two more assignments. A presentation of a random artist, I have Cindy Sherman who I've not heard of yet. This presentation has to be 10-15 mins long and fully illustrated and is due in November. The other assignment is a 2000 word essay, details to later follow on what it will be about. This will be due in Friday 13th December. However, thought of that date must be pretty fucking happy with themselves. This may not sound like a lot to a lot of people but I am an artist not a writer. Except occasionally when I'm blogging, but that's different shhhhh. Anyway, I'm still on number 57 and I've got till 9:30 am tomorrow to have it all sorted. I should be doing that rather than blogging but this blog is a way for me to release stress and to let a lot of loved ones who read this that I'm still alive, I'm just ignoring your calls. Moving on, if you don't hear from me in a couple of days, its because I am recovering from the stress that is doing a degree in Fine Art. Like I keep saying to my flatmate Kylie, I should of took dance, (she takes dance and its piss easy work.)
After all today was just another day in the life as the Yorkshire Bookworm.
Till Next Time,
P.S. Highlight of week was when I tweeted about Sanditon on Sunday night and Jack Fox, (the guy that plays Edward) liked my bloody tweet! It was a big deal alright!
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